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Ramapo, New York, a small town
Was rural ... to say the least
Where simple folks lived a simple life
And most residents could rest in peace 

But, tonight was prom night and
The summer evening was unusually cool
As the graduating class of 1953
Gathered at their high school 

Leisurely, through the winding hamlet 
Jacky drove the only car his family had 
And in the passenger seat was Jimmy 
Wearing a jacket borrowed from his Dad 

And with more boys than girls 
That year among their classmates 
They found themselves out of luck 
So, neither one brought dates 

They came upon the old Black Bridge 
As the clunky car cruised along 
Until a vision stepped into their view 
As if she danced to her own song

"Hey look at that girl up there," said Jacky
Jimmy replied, "Yeah look at that girl up there."
With her long blonde hair and slender shape
Neither one could help but stare

The boys pulled over next to the girl
And she said, "Lavender" was her name
She wore a homemade prom dress 
Matching the color, just the same 

"I am going to a dance tonight."
Was all that she had to say
"Well," Jimmy replied, "Hop in."
"We are headed the same way."

She sat in-between the boys
Snuggly, shoulder to shoulder 
Both Jacky and Jimmy could feel
That her's were noticeably colder 

Tonight, the high school was hopping 
Everyone was dressed up and so excited 
And Jimmy couldn't wait to show his friends 
The special guest who had come uninvited 

But, Jacky knew Jimmy couldn't dance 
He could never quite get it right
Now suddenly he can and yet somehow 
Something was different about tonight 

Lavender and Jimmy danced for hours 
While Jacky looked on with spite 
Then said to them both, "It's time to go."
When the music died just before midnight 

After piling into the car they noticed 
That Lavender now felt even colder
Even more so than before, so Jimmy 
Gently placed his jacket on her shoulder 

He really wanted to see her again 
But, before he could even speak 
She leaned in close to Jimmy 
And quickly kissed him on the cheek

Lavender asked to be let out here
And Jacky said, "Alright, alright."
Not wanting to leave her all alone
At the bridge so late on a foggy night 

She walked away with Jimmy's jacket 
That was given to him to borrow 
"Don't worry about it," Jacky said
"We'll come back for it tomorrow."

The next morning, in an end of town
Neither of them had been to before
They went about asking for Lavender 
And knocking door to door 

No luck to find an answer
From the kind folks living there
Coyly, they said, "Try that house 
Dwelled by a woman with silver hair."

Curious now they drove along
To the only home left up ahead
Only one more chance to find her
For the end of this road was dead

The lady said, "Lavender was her daughter."
Puzzled now, the boys looked at one another
Because this woman was just too old
She had to be her great grandmother 

For proof, she handed them a frame
With a yellowed photograph of Lavender 
"She loved that color so much," she said
"And asked me to make that dress for her."

"Lavender was on her way to a dance
When so suddenly she was struck ...
Practicing her steps along Black Bridge 
When she was killed by an oncoming truck."

"I tell you she was my daughter. 
She died nearly 40 years ago ...
Go take a look around the cemetery 
Outside of town near Ramapo."

And hanging there on Lavender's tombstone 
Was Jimmy's jacket, the one and the same 
All they could do was scratch their heads
And drive back the way they came ...



(Inspired by an old urban legend)
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